Dad’s New Life

That Friday night was fun as hell. We'd gone to one of the organized dance events. Jordan was on the prowl and I enjoyed playing wingman. And it looked like I was successful. My buddy was now engrossed in conversation with a really fucking handsome DILF from Toronto.

After a couple of shots, I got out onto the dance floor. Now that I'd gotten laid that afternoon, I wasn't looking to score, and I just had a great time. Even when daddies started coming up to me and humping me from behind, it was all good. I just flirted and humped back, before going off to grind against another daddy.

I made it back to my room alone. Part of me hoped Mike and Jeff were in the pool again, so I could join them, but the other part of me was glad for a break from the sex. The whole area was empty. I decided to sit in an empty chair by the pool and just let the booze wear off some.

I did get an email just as I was looking at my phone. It was a link for the BearsFanMike Only Fans site. I clicked off course.

Fuck, I knew immediately I was gonna have hours of entertainment. But I noticed the top video. "Turning Daddy Fest into Suck Fest" was the title.

I clicked it and it was about a twenty minute video, very professional looking, at least as far as these Only Fans ones go. I watched a bit, until my appearance. It was crazy to see myself in a video like that, my cock raging hard and getting serviced by Daddy Mike.

I had to shut the video. I was getting too turned on and didn't want to be overstimulated. I set down my phone and stood up. I figured there was nothing stopping me from skinny dipping to cool off the jets so to speak. I pulled off my shirt then stripped down all the way, leaving my clothes in a pile on top of my phone.

I still had a hardon but there was no one around. I wasn't sure what I'd do if there was. I dove in and enjoyed the coolish water. It was just what I needed to clear my head and get my dick under control. I swam some laps and decided it was time to call it a night.

As I got out and gathered my stuff, a man walked through the courtyard. Early 40s, I'd guess, kind of a muscle dude.

"Fun night?" he asked.

It was like I was watching an older version of myself from the first night. I didn't know this guy but I got the sense he was on the shyer side but more outgoing in the atmosphere of the place.

"Yeah," I said. Normally, I'd cover myself up. Hell, normally I wouldn't be skinny dipping in a hotel pool. But now, I just let my dong fall softly between my legs and sway a little for this guy's inspection. "How about you?"

The man smiled. He had perfect teeth and a a great smile. "Pretty good." His eyes swept up and down my body a second, then he said with a tinge of regret, "My husband's waiting for me back in the room.... otherwise... fuck, you're hot."

"You too, man," I said. "Have a good one." I gave one last smile to him and started back to my room.

"Yeah, you too."

* * * *

Jordan was nowhere to be seen the next morning. I wanted to sleep in just a little but I was still on East Coast time. It was early when I stumbled out into the morning light for breakfast. They didn't even have any food out yet, just coffee, but that was fine with me. I made myself a cup and sat in one of the chairs in the patio area.

I scrolled through my phone some and actually watched that OnlyFans vid all the way through. The whole thing was incredibly hot. I mean, I'd been there in person yet rewatching the action brought back every bit of the excitement of the oral orgy. Also, seeing it in a porn video made it somehow hotter, and nastier, than real life. Even when I saw my own cock appear, rock hard and leaking around my foreskin, I wasn't as embarrassed or self-conscious as I expected. It was like watching myself but watching someone else at the same time. Particularly when I slapped Daddy Mike's handsome face and brushed the tip against his mustache before Mike took me in between his lips.

I was getting hard sitting there watching it, but I was alone and figured what the hell. I watched it again.

The BearsFanMike Instagram had a number of pictures he'd posted over the last day: Daddy Mike reclining his furry body by the pool in just a pair of skimpy white speedos ("Chilling here at Daddy Fest"), Mike posing with a pack of young dudes ("Look who I found"), Mike posing with me ("My new number one fan, Firehose"), a shot of Mike naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist ("About to start filming the first video of the weekend"), then the kicker: a close picture of Mike's faded Bears T-shirt molded to his chest and splotched all over with cum ("Gonna be a wild video for you fellas").

I finally set my phone down, kind of nursing my boner to help it go back down. It was a great morning and I figured I'd just enjoy the quiet.

Gradually, guys started coming out, and the staff put out breakfast. I'd barely sat back down with a second coffee and a muffin when Daddy Mike walked over. In the morning daylight he looked older somehow, the gray hair adding to his features, yet more handsome too. He was wearing a snug T-shirt with a white "Property of Chicago Lacrosse" logo on the front. It looked molded to his muscle and I could see the pert nipples pointing up in the thin cotton.

"Hey Firehose... mind if I join ya?"

I blushed at first but seeing the way some of the other guys looked over at me with curiosity, I figured I could use the advertising. I smiled and made my way to join him.

"Where's Jeff?" I asked as I pulled up a chair.

"Still sleeping," Mike said. "I may have worn the poor guy out last night," he added with a wink.

I chuckled. "Lucky dude." I was getting that boner again, thinking of the now likely fact it really was Mike's son fucking him regularly.

Daddy Mike had this amazing ability to make you feel like you were the center of his attention. His puppy dog eyes seemed to tease me as he said. "I can give you the same treatment tonight if you like."

Oh fuck, my heart was pounding now. Almost by instinct my body went into wanna-fuck mode. "Oh I'd definitely like that... I don't wanna intrude on you guys."

Mike lifted his hairy legs and nudged it softly against my calf. Flirty and sexual, it was a simple motion. "He's heading to Vegas this morning. His buddy Randy's getting married and the guys are having a bachelor party blow out."

"I'm surprised you're not going," I quipped, then worried I'd been insulting.

Mike didn't seem to mind. He shrugged. "Believe me it would be a blast. Randy shoots huge fucking loads. I hope that wife of his is up for that guy's insane sex drive."

I shook my head in disbelief. I still didn't know when Mike was making stuff up, but he seemed dead serious. "You've bonked your son's friend," I said incredulously.

Daddy Mike just gave me that toothy grin. "What can I say? Randy's a stud. I mean he doesn't have your dick, Firehose, but most guys don't.... hell, I'm already getting emails from guys who saw your performance and want more of you in my videos."

That brought back the reality to me. Me, at least my dick, on an Only Fans video. "I can't believe I did that," I said.

Mike knew good and well what I was talking about, but he played dumb. "Oh, you didn't like the end result? I thought it turned out well."

I blushed and Mike laughed.

"Yeah you watched it, you horndog," he said playfully. "Probably more than once." With a flirty expression, he dragged his legs along my calf again.

I could tell a number of the guys in the area were watching, and I felt so transparent in being a young dude being led around by my dick. Like, I knew I shouldn't be tongue tied but the fact a muscle daddy this hot was in to me got me that way.

"You're a shy one, aren't ya, Firehose?" Mike teased. "Don't worry, I like the shy boys... you know why?"

I shook my head.

Mike was leaning back, his beefy muscle filling out his shirt perfectly. "Cause they're fucking beasts in the sack, that's why." He'd kicked off his flip flop and was now running his toe up my bare leg, higher along my thigh. The contact and lewdness of it made my boner throb. "You sure you don't want to show Daddy how much of a beast you can be, Firehose?"

I sucked in a deep breath, feeling horny as hell. "God you turn me on," I said, dumbly. "So much."

"Is that a yes?" the man asked with a lusty look on his face. Like he wanted, no needed, to get laid right then.

"I shouldn't," I said.

"But you wanna, right?" His smile was coaxing me, and I felt his toe drag across my calf hairs once more.

I nodded. "Maybe if I can be shot without my face again."

Daddy Mike grinned. He knew he had me. "I'll see what Jeff can do." And like that he leaned in, an expectant look on his face. "Come on... give Daddy a kiss."

Oh, fuck, this man was the master of seduction. I leaned in, too, and felt his mustache brush my upper lip. Then our tongues snaked out and tapped against one another right before our lips met. It felt naughty and sensual at the same time, making out with this stud I'd lusted after for several years.

He had a grin when we broke. Like he knew he had me. "Sure you don't want to have a little fun, Handsome?" he asked in a playful growl.

I nodded. Daddy Mike had me wrapped around his finger.

Mike had a bigger smile now as he stood up, a boner evident in his shorts. His T-shirt rode up a little on his hard stomach, showing off his fur and belly button. He gave me a wink. "I'll see if Jeff is up... don't think I can wait long if he's not," he laughed.

"I'll be here," I said, leaning back and feeling my own hardon fill out my shorts. There were other guys in the outdoor area, but I guess nothing seemed too out of the ordinary between me and Mike.

I watched the man walk off, and I had to admire the strong curves of his back, which tapered down from wide lats before the meaty ass muscle showed, even in Mike's shorts. And the way he walked was, I don't know how to put it, but like a normal, masculine guy. The kind you'd see at a sports bar or something. It made my dick plump to think I was gonna tap that ass again.

I took a look around. There were a number of hot guys staying at the resort, and I could see a few there I'd be into. Some were part of a couple, but there was one daddy type sitting by himself, reading his phone and having his breakfast. I wondered if Daddy Mike wasn't there whether I'd be getting out more and enjoying my long weekend in Palm Springs. Then again, I was definitely having a blast as it was.

My thoughts were interrupted when Jeff sauntered over, coffee cup in hand. "Hey," he greeted, still in his groggy morning voice. "Sounds like Dad's convinced you to do another vid."

"I need my head examined," I replied with a nod, "but yeah."

Jeff gave a chuckle. "Dad has some persuasive powers, for sure." He took a glance over to their cabin. "Dad's getting ready, but you can come on over."

I stood up. My boner had gone down some, but I had a feeling it wouldn't take much for it to return.

As we walked over to their room, Jeff added, "Glad you can do this. You already have quite a following," he said, then explained. "Dad has a number of older men follow him. They like the hot younger guys he's able to get."

It was strange hearing this guy, more or less my age, talk about his father like some cross between a business manager and a pimp. Still, a compliment was a compliment, and I found myself walking a little taller as I followed Jeff into the dimly lit room.

Mike was just drying off from his shower and tossing the white towel to the side before stepping into a pair of Bears perfomance-knit shorts. He gave me another wink then turned to Jeff. "I think the lights and cameras should be set up right," he observed, his matter of fact tone contrasting with the lewdness with which he ran his hand just underneath the waistband before digging in briefly to feel up his junk.

Jeff double checked the two cameras on a tripod while Mike handed me a Chicago Cubs baseball cap. "Pull this down over your eyes. It can help hide your face," he said, before putting on a well-worn bears cap on his own head.

I decided to go ahead and take my shirt off before putting on the cap then followed Daddy Mike onto the big bed.

"Just pretend I'm not here," Jeff instructed as he picked up another camera for some handheld shots.

I nodded and turned to Mike who scooted up to me, a clear look of lust on his face. "It's just you and me now, son," he breathed in a soft deep voice. "You gonna make Daddy happy?"

I nodded. "Yessir." Already my hand was reaching out to touch his firm flank. The skin was damp still but warm.

"I bet you are, stud," Mike hissed and then our lips met. It was crazy making out with this guy, on camera and in front of his own son. But I tried to tune that out and focus on the moment. I was making out with the hottest guy ever and I wanted to enjoy this.

I did, too, slowly getting into the kiss with Daddy Mike. The man knew how to kiss and I gave back as best I could, slowly battling his tongue, softly at first, then feeling his mouth suck my tongue into his. We explored each other's bodies, all over, and humped against one another.

After a few minutes, Mike's big hands were no longer rubbing my back or arms or shoulders. Instead, he pawed insistently at my crotch, working my hardon through my shorts.

"You got one hell of a cock on you, Firehose," he grunted as he looked down. With puppy dog eyes he looked back up at me. "Gonna let Daddy unwrap his present?"

"Fuck yeah, Daddy," I replied, feeding off the roleplay. This was turning me on more than I ever dreamed.

Mike didn't undo my shorts right away but instead teasingly ran his fingers up and down the hard ridge. "My son's so fucking hung... tell me, son... tell me what you need."

I looked hungrily into Mike's eyes. He was a walking wet dream. I pictured his mouth taking my cock between his lips, taking me deep into his throat. But I knew I wanted more than a blow job for this time.

"I want your ass, Daddy," I said with as much bravado as I could. "I want that hot fucking hole."

Mike grinned and scooted up to face away from me, showing his beefy ass, which filled out his shorts almost obscenely. "Damn, son, my ass is so fucking horny for you." His voice was deep and gravely, which made his words that much more nasty. He looked over his shoulder for a second as his fingers teased underneath the waistband. "Wanna taste it first, Little Buddy?" Already he was lowering the shorts slowly over the meaty curve of his rump. The brown fur seemed especially thick in comparison to the dark blue nylon.

"Hell yes," I hissed, running my hands up and down Daddy Mike's legs. All of Mike was incredible, but the likes were certainly a work of art. Nice, full hamstring muscle that complemented the bulging quads. There was a camera pointed at us, and I knew Jeff was zooming in to get a close view of my strained shorts.

Feeling impatient, I reached up and gripped Mike's shorts to tug them down.

That got an approving growl out of the man. "Hell yes, you're a hungry boy, all right."

With that he pushed his hips back to present his furry buns to me. He wasn't taking it slow, so I decided not to be coy. I dove in, pressing my face against his muscle ass before my palms pried the cheeks apart to let me go deeper.

His hole was clean and hairy and wonderful. As hot as the pool scene was that first night, I realized I loved this better. An up close and personal session with Mike's hole. I licked and munched at that hot dad pucker, which sent me wild with lust.

"God, son, get up in there. Get up all inside Daddy's hole. Get me nice and wet for that massive cock."

I would say I didn't know how I pulled myself from Mike's amazing, hot hole. But I didn't - he was the one who scooted forth, sliding down the shorts all the way off and facing me with just his Bears ball cap on. He wore a lewd smile and massively hard dick, which he tugged at briefly before crouching down.

"Now... to see the legendary Firehose," he teased as he undid my shorts.

"Yes, Daddy," I hissed, feeling an excitement welling in me and enjoying the playfulness of our banter. Already my cock felt like it couldn't get any harder as Mike pulled it out and gripped it in his fist.

He winked then leaned down and took the head into his wet mouth.

"Aw fuck!" I grunted, watching the man suck several fat inches in a nice, slow BJ before pulling off again.

"Damn, I love the big boys," he growled, barely able to look up from my dick. "Think it'll fit up my asshole, son?"

"Oh, it'll fit, Daddy," I chuckled. I mean, I fucked the man a couple nights earlier but I guess the viewers of the video had no way of knowing that.

"I like your attitude, son," he smirked, leaning up to grab some lube. He squirted a lot on my rod, coaxing it along the length with his fist. "Better get you real wet just in case."

I shook in anticipation as I watched the muscle daddy scoot up to straddle my waist. His pec muscle bunched as he twisted halfway back to grip my boner. "Fuck... I'm gonna feel this," he grunted then swiveled his hips back to line me up to his hole.

I knew Jeff had the camera trained on the spot of penetration now. My dick surged extra rigid as it touched Mike's furry, moist pucker. Then pressed in.

Daddy Mike had one of those amazing bottom holes that was well-used but still snug on entry. The ass lips parted and opened up around my girth and I sank up into his hot guts.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna feel that fucker all right. Big fat son cock... huge fucker...."

"God Daddy, right it," I urged, feeling the horniness make my voice catch. My hands slid up his thighs and caressed his waist. "Ride your boy."

Daddy Mike nodded then his lust-serious face broke into a big smile. I barely registered the slow slick sensations of his hole inching down my cock when with a sudden move, the man pushed down, nearly all the way down on me. It was lewd and almost slutty.

"HOLY FUCK!" Mike cried in a loud booming voice. "That's a big fucking cock!" He paused a second, then rose up, only to begin long seven-to-eight inch swiveling strokes up and down my dick. It was a hooker move that had me worked up big time. I could even hear the nasty slick sounds of the lube squishing with each stroke.

My eyes were riveted on his, and he flashed me another smile as he rode me wildly. Up and down, doing his pogo stick act. I couldn't imagine how he took me so well, the bowels were still tight around my lubed prick. I thought of thrusting up into him with more than gentle motions, but decided to let Mike do the work.

I was surprised I held off cumming, actually, but the swiveling ass motions kept me worked up just at the edge of orgasm. Hands down this was the best fuck I'd ever had. Maybe ever would had. Daddy Mike was a pro.

"That's it, Baby Boy... feel Daddy's ass milk your cock."

"Damn, Daddy," I hissed, my voice getting higher with pleasure. I wanted to last, to be a porn story worthy of the video, but my resolution was breaking down. "Gonna cum in your fucking hole, Dad," I finally said.

That sent Mike into overdrive. His burly muscular body bounced double time on my fat prick, making the mattress bounce. That only made the penetration harder and deeper.

The semen was coming out of me now, from deep in my balls, from deep in my body. I gave it up, firing into Mike's insides as his ass practically sucked every drop from me.

My body had tensed in orgasm but now I relaxed in a slump, feeling like I'd been the one to do the work. Daddy Mike took a half minute longer to slow his grinding to a stop. His own erection flagged but his dick still lay half-turgid from his hairy crotch when he rose up.

He paused just as my head cleared the breach, and I knew why. Jeff was filming this in a nice, close shot. Mike slowly eased his strong body up and then I felt it. My cock fell forward as soon it exited Mike's body and I felt a heavy flow of my semen onto it and onto my crotch. It was nasty, but Mike's words only fueled the excitement of it.

"You sure shoot a hell of a load, Firehose," he said, looking back over his shoulder. "Fucking stud," he winked as he turned back toward me then lay down to kiss me, softly. We embraced and made out.

"You liked that, huh, Kiddo?" he teased, patting my now sweaty chest with his mitt of a hand.

I nodded. "Fuck yeah."

He got up on his hands above me, looking down into my eyes. "Hope you're not too sensitive after you nut," he said before moving down. I watched, wide eyed, as he started licking my spent dick. I still had some cum and a lot of lube. Daddy Mike slurped at it all. I couldn't help but chub up at his oral attention and the sheer lewdness of it all.

"Can't get enough of this dick, Firehose," he muttered, finally taking the head in between his lips again.

I let him do it a few seconds, then it became uncomfortable. I squirmed and let out a low yelp.

Mike relinquished my cock with a chuckle. "All right, Buddy..."

He gave me one more wink before turning back to Jeff. "How was it, son?" he asked.

"One of your best ones yet," Jeff answered excitedly, putting down the camera and turning off the others.

Mike seemed satisfied. He stretched out his body next to mine, face down. Compared to our mating just then, he seemed almost passive. Relaxed, waiting. Jeff undid his shorts and I watched a hardon appeared that was a match to Mike's own.

I was in danger of sexual over stimulation, but there was no way I wasn't going to stay to watch this. Both guys were hot and the ability to see a dad-son couple have sex was mindblowing.

Jeff was almost impatient, but I guess he'd had to witness me fucking his Dad. With a measured move, he stretched his leaner body on top of Mike's, rubbing the man's strong triceps and kissing along the back of his dad's neck while he worked his hips in soft, slow humping motions against his father's ass.

Finally, he shifted his hip angle and I could tell he was rooting for Mike's hole with his prick. He paused a second, then pushed forward.

"Yes, son," Mike growled but otherwise was quiet while Jeff fucked him. Not rough but definitely with fast steady strokes. I knew Mike was plenty lubed up and had my fresh load to top it off. His son seemed to take advantage of having a wet, wide open hole to plow, and he did, his whole body clench and contracting with each inward shove.

It was beautiful to watch, too men mating, but it was also surreal. Not only because it was father and son but also because Mike's passivity was matched by Jeff's clear energetic excitement. I wish I had a video of this, but I understood why they wouldn't record it.

Jeff didn't announce his cum, but he didn't have to. His whole body grew tense and his grunts became a litany of cries announcing his ejaculation. And, just as quickly as he'd started fucking Mike, his hips stopped and his body slumped onto his dad's. He finally rolled off, that now softening dick of his slick with seed.

Mike scooted over and met Jeff in a soft kiss. I wondered if his son was into the man's mustache as much as I was. He seemed to give as well as he got as he returned Mike's kiss.

"Gonna miss me in Vegas?" Mike asked, softly, a little playfully.

"Yeah, Dad," Jeff smiled. Kind of butting his head against Mike's in a loving gesture. "But I'm sure I'll have my fun."

"I'd be sad if you didn't," he replied. I still couldn't figure out their relationship, but it was a strange turn on to witness. I was just appreciative they'd let me into their trusted circle.

Jeff gave Mike one more kiss then got up out of bed, looking down on both of us. "If you guys have another round you should video it. I gotta get ready to go."

Mike gave a nod, then turned toward me, moving his naked body toward mine. He finally took off my cap and tossed it aside. His dick was now hard, fully hard again, and mine was back on its way too. "Well, Firehose, whaddya say? Wanna spend the afternoon with me?"